Before I can reply, a nurse in pale blue scrubs calls my name. My stomach lurches. Nathan stands immediately, like it's the most natural thing in the world for him to come with me. I hesitate, then murmur, "You don't have to-" "I know," he interrupts gently. "But I want to, Princess." My heart swells. ♕♕♕♕♕ It was just one night. Until it became forever... ♕♕♕♕♕ It was one night-blazing, reckless, unforgettable. But she ends up pregnant with the one man she swore she'd never see again. But when Sylvia Maddox finds out she's pregnant, the last person she expects to see again is the dangerously charming real estate tycoon who left her breathless. Nathan Locke doesn't do complications-or second nights. Until the woman who vanished after their steamy encounter... and drops a bombshell that changes everything. She's independent. Focused. Planning Manhattan's most elite events with grace and grit. He's powerful. Calculated. A man used to getting everything-except the one woman who's carrying his child. Now they're tangled in more than just business. He wants to claim his baby. She refuses to fall for a man who doesn't believe in forever. But fate's got its own blueprint-and this time, walking away isn't so simple.

"I honestly do not know what type of game you're playing here but do not think, not for a second that I will leave my wife for a slut like you." He began to yell in a harsh tone, causing me to freeze in my tracks." Give me one good reason, why I should love you and if you think a baby will change the way I feel about you then you're wrong. I don't love you River. In fact, I never will." He said, with venom in each of his words. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I could not believe this is the picture he had of me. "Love simply does not have reason love is an indescribable feeling and I am not asking anything on your behalf, "I replied, matching the same tone as his. Of course, deep down I knew it was all a lie. ********** One disastrous turn of events drives River to do the impossible to save her family and that is put to the test when she is asked to sleep with billionaire Ethan Scott, so she may carry the heir to his company.

Paris, the city of love-yet for me, love has never come easily. My name is Sophie Marchand. I never imagined my path would lead me here-working side by side with Nicholas Deveraux, the powerful CEO of Vinci Group. All my life, I fought to rise above the loneliness of my orphaned childhood. I studied harder than anyone else, worked tirelessly, and built a career with one dream in my heart: to someday have a stable family of my own, a life where I was never alone. I never thought my beauty would open doors faster than my lawyer degree. With my professionalism and my looks, opportunities often came my way. That's how I found myself here-Nicholas's personal assistant. At first, he was my boss. Handsome. Poweful. Charismatic. I told myself I would keep things professional, that I would never blur the line between work and personal life. But the more time we spent together, the more his gorgeous blue eyes lingered on me, the more his charm wrapped around me, the weaker my resolve became. Finally, when Nicholas offered me a secret relationship-temporary, exclusive-I should have said no. I knew it could end in heartbreak. I knew there was someone else - his former girlfriend from a wealthy family, the woman his world expects him to marry - the woman he promised to wait for her to come back. And yet... I couldn't resist him. The temptation... Now, every stolen glance, every hidden touch, every whispered promise ties me closer to a man who may never truly be mine. When that woman returns, will he cast me aside? To him, am I only a lover in the shadows? I've survived being alone before, but this time... will I have the strength to protect my heart? Because the ache of belonging to someone... is sometimes stronger than the will to let go.

New York city, In the sterile white walls of a hospital room, Victoria Blackwell's world collapsed with a photo of her husband of five years - Henry Blackwell with another woman. She was more shattered when her son - Jude Blackwell chose that woman as his new Mom. Heartbroken, Victoria decided to give up both the marriage and motherhood. She faked memory loss, demanded a divorce, and walked away - determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. After Victoria's departure, Henry was stunned. The woman who once loved him unconditionally had transformed into someone unrecognizable - confident, composed, and untouchable. Now, Henry is desperate to win her back. Jude clings to memories of his mother's warmth and begs for her return. They both want her back. But Victoria has learned one thing the hard way: sometimes love isn't enough-especially when it costs you yourself.

She could easily recognize that touch. Sharon knew it was him. She could feel him against her body. His hands still on her wrists. He smells different though. The ally was dark so she couldn't see him clearly but she knew he was looking at her. Taking her appearance in. He always does... did that. His breath was fanning her cheeks. It was always same. She couldn't think properly when he was this close. She could feel his eyes on her lips as he ran his thumb on her lips. Before she could think straight and push him away. His lips were on hers.. *** 4 years after an ugly divorce, their paths cross again. Not only did he separate her daughter from her but also is now engaged to her ex-bestfriend Lillian. But she has a secret she vowed to protect from him. They hate each other. But some say 'There is a thin line between love and hate' #11 in romance on 06/07/2016

Excerpt: Like he was hot or wanted to jump out of his clothes, he takes off his blazer and puts it neatly on the back of his chair. He looses his tie and unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt. "Clarissa." He breaths out and pinches the bridge of his nose. Oh no... he was calling her by her full name. Why? What did she do? What was so upsetting about wanting him back? "What?" She whispers "Is Regina still in your life?" "Clarissa." He drops himself back into his seat and lets out a breath. He puts his elbows onto the desk and steeples his fingers together. This was how he acted when he was stressed or backed into a corner. "Jacob, I know I wasn't perfect..." "Stop." He shows her his palm. "I don't want to hurt you anymore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PART 3 IN THE UNWANTED SERIES (The Alden sisters)

This is the sequel to 'His Unwanted Wife' Excerpt ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Get out! There is nothing left between us." Nathan yells. "What do you mean Nathan? We're married." His lips thinned. "My lawyer will be calling you about that." "Nathan." She pleads. "Why are you doing this? This isn't you." "Sabrina." He put a ton of emphasis on her name. "You don't know me, you don't have the slightest clue who I am. That sucker, you knew as a husband, no longer exist. You're going to see who Nathan Alden really is." He picks up the phone and hits a button. "Security, I have a woman here that needs to be escorted out of the building." End of excerpt What could possibly turn Nathan against Sabrina? ~~~~~~~~

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.